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New fanfiction in the make! This time we travel back in time, setting ourselves in Medieval England and following the story of our blond Viking/Knight and fierceful Assassin.
1017 Wessex (England) under rule of king Cnut the Great.
It's been ten years since Adora was part of a raiding party from Denmark, ending up as an orphan in England. A Viking orphan nonetheless. Somehow she mangaged to find a way in this new world, climbing up to be a successful knight for the king until his death. Now she roams Wessex, on her way to find some help for her new purpose in life she counters a young woman who leaves a certain impression with the knight.
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Adora knew for sure she was no damsel at all, let alone in distress. She could’ve watched her fight a little longer and somehow she knew, the brunette would’ve won. Even underneath the man. The knight hadn’t to interfere but she couldn’t see someone being beaten besides, someone could’ve get killed.
“As a noble knight”, she spoke with a warm smile, “I can’t take on rewards for such thing.”, Adora spoke honestly, seeing the brunette shrug and put back her pouch with coins.
“But there is something else I might want.”, she added only to receive a raised eyebrow.
“And what would that be, knight?”
“A name.”
The brunette laughed heartfully, stepping closer so Adora almost could count the freckles on her nose. For a moment she just stared at this interesting, burning woman. The latter looked up as she was at least a head smaller than Adora. A grin played at her lips as her gaze searched something in the knight’s blue eyes.
“Everybody calls me Catra, so can you, knight.”
“Adora, please.”
She offered her hand that was answered with a firm grip of Catra. She’s something special. The knight felt a blush creeping on her cheeks before clearing her throat, taking a step backwards to largen the distance between them.
“Is there something else you would like, Adora? A name for saving my life, seems a little underprized, no?”, Catra asked with a smug smile.
“There is only one thing a beautiful woman like yourself can offer me but I don’t want to get my wrist broken like my predecessor.”, Adora chuckled.
“I can’t deny the request of a beautiful knight.”
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